tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88160957730559470062024-02-19T11:07:53.127-05:00The Original BeanJenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.comBlogger900125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-11230595256196251192014-06-26T02:00:00.000-04:002014-06-26T13:20:49.122-04:00Em on the Move<em>Since I haven't blogged regularly in a million years, I haven't shared anything about Em's gross motor issues. I'm putting this here because I know others who are dealing with similar issues, and I don't have to keep typing it over and over if it's all in one place :)</em><br />
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The common refrain on parenting blogs and mommy message boards is "Don't compare kids." For the most part, I do ok with not comparing my kids to other in the same age range. Unfortunately, I'm not so good about not comparing them to each other.<br />
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Charlie wasn't an early crawler, but he started army crawling and then "real" crawling right before 8 months, which is pretty typical <em>(thank you, blog, for keeping adequate records of my kid and his accomplishments)</em>. Em, on the other hand, wasn't interested. She was a bump on a log for the longest time, until she figured out how to roll. Once she mastered that, somewhere around 8 months, she started rolling from one end of the room to the other in order to get her hands on things. I thought that crawling had to be the next logical step, and anxiously awaited her to discover her newfound freedom. 9 month milestone came and went, and it didn't happen. We talked it over with her pediatrician at her 9-month check-up, and based on her lack of crawling combined with her late rolling, we left with a referral to an Early Intervention specialist.<br />
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The team of therapists came over to evaluate Em a few weeks later. By that time, she had progressed to dragging herself around using her arms. They put her through her paces, testing all areas of gross and fine motor skills, verbal skills, social skills - or as much as you can for a 9 monther, anyway. In the end, they decided that her gross motor skills were delayed, and we started a weekly PT regimen.<br />
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<span class="null">After her first appointment, they determined that she still had the lean-back reflex (the
technical term is escaping me right now) that usually disappears around
4 months. The general issue was that she didn't have a good sense of
where she was in the world, spatially. When she leaned forward, or shifted
her weight to the front of her body, she felt like she was falling over
and immediately shifted back. So she wasn't crawling properly because when
she shifted her weight to her arms (like in a proper plank position) her
head fell forward and she tipped over. When we stood her up, she leaned back, and when we tried to hold her in the proper standing position she
immediately went onto her toes, which is something we had noticed a while
back. They said it's a problem when babies don't get enough tummy time,
and that jumperoos and exersaucers make the problem worse, because it
encourages them to lean back. So yay for that.</span><br />
<span class="null"><br />We did make some fast progress, working on baby planks and baby cobra holds, and Em was crawling like a champ within a few weeks. Many of the exercises that we were told to do are outlined in great detail in <a href="http://without%20discussing%20the%20recent%20drama,%20i%20wanted%20to%20share%20the%20info%20we%20got%20at%20em's%20appointment.%20basically,%20after%20more%20evaluation,%20they%20determined%20that%20she%20still%20has%20the%20lean-back%20reflex%20(the%20technical%20term%20is%20escaping%20me%20right%20now)%20that%20usually%20disappears%20around%204%20months.%20the%20general%20issue%20is%20that%20she%20doesn't%20have%20a%20good%20sense%20of%20where%20she%20is%20in%20the%20world,%20spatially.%20when%20she%20leans%20forward,%20or%20shifts%20her%20weight%20to%20the%20front%20of%20her%20body,%20she%20feels%20like%20she's%20falling%20over%20and%20immediately%20shifts%20back.%20so%20she%20isn't%20crawling%20properly%20because%20when%20she%20shifts%20her%20weight%20to%20her%20arms%20(like%20in%20a%20proper%20plank%20position)%20her%20head%20falls%20forward%20and%20she%20tips%20over.%20when%20you%20stand%20her%20up,%20she%20leans%20back%20and%20when%20you%20try%20to%20hold%20her%20in%20the%20proper%20standing%20position%20she%20immediately%20goes%20onto%20her%20toes,%20which%20is%20something%20i%20noticed%20a%20while%20back.%20they%20said%20it's%20a%20problem%20when%20babies%20don't%20get%20enough%20tummy%20time,%20and%20that%20jumperoos%20and%20exersaucers%20make%20the%20problem%20worse,%20because%20it%20encourages%20them%20to%20lean%20back./">this slide show</a> that I found on the internet. Isn't technology great?<br />
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Since the big leap forward with crawling, progress has been slow. The next big step was to get her up in a "high kneeling position," which she has now mastered. We've since moved on to the big things, getting her upright and standing so that she can eventually learn to walk. Her core muscles are still weak and tight, so she does her exercises on a yoga ball. I have a love/hate relationship with the PT - I know it's really good for her, but she hates it. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaates it. There's lots of crying because she works so hard during the sessions. The last session was especially difficult, and I came out of it feeling really crappy about the whole situation. But then every once in a while she'll surprise us, like when we turned around a few nights ago to see her standing up at her play table! I think she was just as surprised as we were.<br />
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Yesterday, she climbed the stairs. <span data-ft="{"tn":"K"}" data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body"><span class="UFICommentBody" data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.0.$end:0:$0:0">Charlie
had to put his snack down (bunny grahams) to do something, and he
thought it would be safe three stairs up. Em kept looking and looking at
them, and finally, she got up on her knees and scaled the step</span></span><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0"><span data-reactid=".1.1:3:1:$comment409226009219840_409228502552924:0.0.$right.0.$left.0.0.1:$comment-body.0.3.0.$end:0:$0:0">s.
The look on her face when she made it to the first step was priceless!
She looked up at us like "did you SEE that?? Look where I am!!" Biggest
smile, ever. She was so proud of herself. Food is a powerful motivator. Em is my homegirl.</span></span></span></span></span><br />
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But as time and miles ticked by, I started to feel like a *real* runner, and then, this spring, Boston started to feel within reach. I didn't go for it at the Xenia Marathon, and I finished in 3:39. Four minutes off from BQ, but 6 minutes better than my original spring marathon goal. I could have pushed harder and I may have made it, but I had my sights set on the New Jersey Marathon. Unfortunately, that one turned out to be a complete disaster - but it had to happen sometime. No guts, no glory!<br />
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This week begins my first serious attempt to get to Boston. I'm using the plan outlined in the FIRST program, the BQ-version of the marathon training program that I've used to take 34 minutes off since I ran my first 26.2. They say it best - "The Road to Boston is Steeper."<br />
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After I blew it in my hometown, I asked the pace group if I could take home the 3:35 flag. It will hang in my basement where I can see it from the treadmill, a reminder of what I'm aiming for to keep my legs moving when those speed intervals and long tempo runs get in my head and I want to quit. Because that feeling happens a lot. I'm setting my sights on 3:30, to give some extra breathing room. This is the first really serious goal that I've set for myself, other than just finishing the damn thing to begin with. I may fall flat on my face and short of my goal, but at least I can say that I tried. There's always next year :)<br />
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<br />Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-748460722356959332014-05-22T14:49:00.002-04:002014-05-22T14:49:38.082-04:00Blink.It feels like only yesterday we fit so perfectly in the same giant comfy chair that I rocked big brother in, five-years-in-the-blink-of-an-eye earlier - her swaddled tightly, just fitting into the space of my lap, head near breast, legs tucked gently under my arm. Today she's a mess of limbs, flailing about and tugging me in unnatural directions, clawing at my neck with her talon-like fingerails, craning her neck up and around so as not to miss a single beat.<br />
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Milk calms the savage beast, and she quiets, stills, begins to accept the fact that night has come, bedtime is upon us, and we must separate for a few hours. She drinks lazily, knowing that slow sips will delay the inevitable. Even then, I see her eyes grow heavy and flutter closed. I cuddle her close and breathe deeply.<br />
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The sweet, sweet smell of newborn freshness has been replaced with faintly sour milk and the lingering smell of enchiladas from dinner a few hours earlier, the onions and garlic overpowering the post-dinner scrubdown efforts before diaper and pajamas.<br />
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I try to take in the feeling of her weight on my chest - the warmness, the sound of soft breathing as she falls deeper into sleep, head nestled under my chin, hand on my neck. I know that this can't last forever, and that these moments are fleeting, so I soak them in, putting life outside the door on hold, trying to memorize every bit of baby that she still is, because tomorrow is another day, and she'll be older, then.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-20515881312805193562014-05-01T23:23:00.002-04:002014-05-01T23:23:16.176-04:00The KiddosSo when I last left you, I had a 3 month old and a newly 5 year old. I had just turned 32. My last blog was actually on my birthday. The kids looked like this:
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And here they are, 8 months (and four teeth lost and two teeth gained) later.
Charlie is a month away from being a first grader, and Em is a few short weeks away from the big First Birthday. They're growing and learning and being wonderful little people.<br />
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I was working for a tiny non-profit that was jointly owned by a big, national organization and a small local one. In January, the big organization bought their half from the smaller one, and life at work changed. It has mostly changed for the better, in terms of opportunities for growth and interesting projects, but we're still working through the logistics and the organizational growing pains. Still staying in Cincinnati. For now.<br />
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I was getting back into running, and hoping to run a 1:45 half marathon in the Cincy Half. I didn't actually run that race - Em wasn't a good sleeper, I was always tired, kind of cranky, and couldn't get my shit together and muster up the discipline to follow a training plan. I've since found that motivation, and ran a 1:43 half and a 3:39 full (and proceeded to bomb the NJ Marathon this past Sunday, but that's another post).<br />
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I've been traveling all over - Em and I went to a conference in Boston. She was a hit with the crowd and was very well-behaved through both of my presentations. We were even <a href="https://twitter.com/Esri_Health/status/389841385794580480">Twitter famous</a> :)
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We took a last minute trip to visit family in Seattle, spent thanksgiving in New Jersey, stayed home for Christmas, I took a quick trip to DC, went to NJ last week, and I'm currently in Kansas City. It's flat here. The polar vortex pushed us to our inside-the-house entertainment limits.<br />
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And that's about it in a nutshell. The short version, at least.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-28844601726997334552014-04-21T04:30:00.000-04:002014-04-21T13:59:33.972-04:00Well Hello ThereWow, it's been a long time. I don't really have a good excuse for not being here. I suppose it's partly that I didn't had any brilliant blog ideas. Partly that I didn't have any TIME - two kids has doubled my work, and work is crazy, and nursing/pumping/bottle washing made/makes me crazy. And then so much time went by that it was just easier to not come back at all, rather than to come sheepishly crawling back. But still, here I am. And I wish that I had stayed around, because, now that I think about it, I have so much to say - on the topics of nursing babies and raising a girl instead of a boy and trying to balance the attention I spend on two children and the awesomeness of watching Charlie step so easily into the "protective big brother" role. And how my little group was purchased in January by a bigger group and how it totally threw my work life into upheaval and how I should just be thankful that I still have a job but I'm still sad at the loss of my vacation time and other monetary benefits. And how I've managed to keep up with my running program (hey, I ran a 1:43 half marathon in March and a 3:39 marathon in April, and I'm gunning for a BQ this fall!) and I've tried a lot of new beers (well over 200 different kinds) and made some fantastic new recipes, and took a few good trips out of town both with and without the family, and how funny it is that I'm making the same pea pancakes for Em that I did for Charlie.
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Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-31415227062465283602013-09-04T14:00:00.002-04:002013-09-05T04:53:38.171-04:00Return to RunningThanks to my stubbornness and insistence upon working out up until the day I delivered, I only had to take a two-week hiatus from weight training. I held out until 4 weeks for running, just to be safe. I've pretty much picked up where I left off, with a 6 workout/week schedule that I'm trying to turn into 7. 3 days of running, 3 days of weights, and I really need a 4th weight day in there. Not sure how I'm going to make that work, since I like having one day completely off and I don't want to wedge a two-workout day in there.<br />
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The next race on my horizon is the Cincinnati Half Marathon, which is coming up in October. I briefly thought about training for a fall full, but I didn't know how I'd be feeling (strong!), didn't know how ramping up the mileage would affect my milk supply (it hasn't!) and didn't know if I'd be able to swing traveling a few hours from home and a motel stay (probably not). I settled on trying to PR in the half, instead. I ran the Heart Half in 1:51 March 2012. That's my current half marathon PR. <strong>Right now I'm *kind of * training to run a 1:45 half, but I honestly don't know if I'll be able to pull it off.</strong> My body isn't used to running as fast as it was last summer, and I don't know that 4.5 months is quite enough time for me to get back to where I was before. I know it's possible, but I'm not exactly an elite athlete. I still have kids to take care of, a house to manage, and a job to do, so 4 hour training days aren't a regular part of my life. I'm sure as hell going to try, though!<br />
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The "track" repeats are getting easier as the weeks go by, but I'm still challenged by a 6:55/mile. My "long" runs have been maxed out at 10 so far. There's not another 20:xx 5K in my immediate future, that's for sure :)<br />
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But I'll get there. Soon.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-13417442359055528182013-09-03T13:44:00.002-04:002013-09-03T13:44:55.956-04:00Parenting Truth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Em is a huge fan. Charlie was an even bigger fan, back in his day. <--- see what I did there?Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-10426475721944068562013-09-03T13:40:00.000-04:002013-09-03T13:40:07.933-04:00Pump N' GrindThere are few things weirder than going topless in the office.<br />
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Breastfeeding was been a big "thing" for me while I was pregnant. I had <a href="http://theoriginalbean.blogspot.com/2010/08/world-breastfeeding-week.html">all kinds of issues</a> with Charlie - bad latch, lazy eater, sleepy baby, weight loss - the end result of which was me being 100% chained to the pump. I still provided him with a full year of breastmilk, which I file away as a great personal accomplishment. This time I wanted things to be different! And, so far, they are. I would EP again for Em in a heartbeat, but it's so much easier this time. I can just grab her and go - no need to worry about dragging the pump along, finding time to fit in enough pumping sessions to maintain my supply, finding a relatively private space to plug in (pumping isn't something I'd want to expose the general public to). I can just pop out the boob and pop on the baby. It's wonderful!<br />
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But the pumping at work part? That, I could do without. The walls are thin here. I think that's one of the top 3 worst parts about working motherhood.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-59674567078382883872013-08-23T06:34:00.001-04:002013-08-23T06:34:16.809-04:00*Blink*It's funny how when you're waiting for something time passes by at a snail's pace. Life these days, on the other hand, is whizzing past faster than I could have ever imagined.<br />
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In some ways it feels like an eternity ago that I sat here and talked about how nervous I was for my induction and how excited I was to finally meet Baby Em - in the sense that I feel like I've always known her and that I can't remember what life was like Before.<br />
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In other ways I feel like I just blinked my eyes and my maternity leave is over (though I worked half the time I was out) and it's time to get back to real life. It's hard to believe that she's nearly three months old but at the same time it's hard to believe that I've only known her for three months.<br />
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And then there's the Big Kid - just thinking about time flying is enough to bring tears to my eyes. He turned FIVE this month. Five. Such an old number. This week, alone - on Monday he started Kindergarten, Tuesday I realized he had outgrown his carseat, and Wednesday we discovered not one but TWO loose teeth. I thought that he looked a little bigger and felt a little heavier, but wrote it off to being re-conditioned to holding a tiny baby. Nope, he's just doing what kids do.<br />
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I always thought that I wanted two kids much closer together in age, but now I can see the benefit to spacing them out. Watching the older one grow like a weed and become a new person seemingly overnight makes me appreciate these baby days even more. So for now I'm content to enjoy the weight of a warm baby napping on my belly (we'll pretend that sleeping anywhere else is even an option for her) and soak up as many cuddle hours as possible, because I can see the overwhelming evidence in front of me that these days that feel like an eternity of sore boobs, sleepless nights, diapers, and laundry, will be gone before I know it. Before I'd like.<br />
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Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-24884742303085414612013-07-10T15:09:00.004-04:002013-07-10T15:09:46.864-04:00Well Hello ThereSo I'm unofficially back "at work," meaning we have a tight summer deadline to meet every year and since there are only two of us who work on it, I'm taking one for the team and working some hours every week to make sure that it gets done on time. Thankfully, we're settling into a good nap schedule, so I've got two 2-hour blocks during the day when she's normally asleep. I've missed blogging and I have a lot to say, so now that I'll be back in front of a screen for part of the day, I'll be back online.<br />
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Things would be a lot easier if I could get the hang out of either breastfeeding with no hands or phone-typing with one hand, but I'm adept at neither of those right now :)Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-77440736008657263852013-06-24T23:51:00.004-04:002013-06-24T23:51:56.268-04:00SiblingsI know all babies kind of look the same, but this is uncanny. Or maybe it's just me.<br />
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Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-33035193378491245302013-06-24T23:50:00.000-04:002013-06-30T07:55:17.998-04:00Baby E's Birth Story<div dir="ltr">
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Short version: Pitocin induction at 41 weeks, no pain meds, shoulder dystocia, healthy baby girl.<br />
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So after all of my attempts at natural labor induction
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exactly. My anxiety just wouldn't allow me to go any further - visions
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As I posted early that morning, I got pretty much zero minutes of sleep that Monday night. I had woken up at some point with contractions so I spent the night pacing around the house and wandering the neighborhood in hopes of getting things going before they had to drug me. Of course, it didn't work. By the time the sun came up the contractions were weakening and eventually stopped altogether. I made sad faces and ugly cried.</div>
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We spent the last morning as a family of three at
Dunkin. I enjoyed a last meal of a bacon egg and cheese bagel with a
caramel latte on the side. I knew I wasn't going to be eating anything
until the baby made her appearance, so I made sure to get something
good. At that point, I was still expecting to eat dinner, so I didn't feel like I needed to load up on calories. We dropped
Charlie off at school and headed to the hospital, where we filled out a
ridiculous amount of paperwork (really, why did I fill out all of that
pre enrollment stuff?). After I signed over my life, we were shown to
our labor room and I changed into an uber-fashionable backless gown. I
insisted on keeping my sports bra on but the tongue ring had to go. My nurse seemed ok, a very nice
older woman, but when she asked me about my pain management plan and I
told her that I planned to go med-free, she pretty much laughed at me. Upon examination, I was barely 2cm dilated. More sad faces, that was incredibly disappointing. If I only knew what was coming. She
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I had heard horrible things about pito.cin, even having
friends go so far as to call it the "devil drug" because the
contractions were so horrible. I requested that we start with a
small dosage and gradually increase it, and my OB was on board with that
plan, so that's exactly what we did - started with the smallest dose and turned it up when they checked my vitals every 30 minutes. Within minutes I started to feel the tightening of contractions, and braced myself for the pain. Nothing. No pain, whatsoever. That was at 8:30. The next few hours were spent walking up and down the short hospital hallways, alternated with time on the yoga ball while watching new episodes of Arrested Development. It was a good timing pattern - wander the halls, come back for vitals check and med adjustment, bounce on the ball while watching 20 minutes of TV, another vitals check, back out into the hallway. Rinse and repeat. Over and over again. At some point, the nurse insisted that I meet with the anesthesiologist so that my history would be on file when I finally broke down and asked for the epidural. Thanks for the vote of confidence, lady. The hours continued to tick by and I still wasn't feeling any pain from the contractions. Husband thought that was a good thing, but I knew better. No pain, no gain - I was sure that the contractions were completely unproductive. An internal exam mid-afternoon confirmed my suspicion - I was about 3cm. How's that for no fucking progress? Insert more sad faces and some frustrated tears. At this point, it was almost time for shift change and I knew that there was going to be no baby that evening. My OB finally swung by around 6:00 to check on things. He was pretty much zero help. He confirmed that I had made very little progress and gave me three options - I could stop the induction, go home, and try again in a few days (absofuckinglutely not!), I could stop the induction for a few hours and then start it again (hoping that maybe it was just a bad batch of meds), or he could break my water and see if that sped things along. I opted for the water breaking. By that time I was having strong (but still painless) contractions every two minutes. Increasing the dosage wasn't going to do anything for me, and there was no way I was leaving that hospital without a baby. He got the crochet hook out, and the flood began around 7:00. And I thought I'd be cuddling a new baby by then. Ha!</div>
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A few days prior to the induction, a friend shared that walking and sitting around after your water breaks is pretty much the most disgusting thing ever. She was 100% right. I felt gross and uncomfortable, but I still kept walking the hallways in my giant diaper hoping for progress. And finally, at the far end of the hospital hallway, things started to get uncomfortable. I started to have to stop and breathe through every contraction. I had to hold onto the wall. Husband started applying counter pressure on my lower back, which helped with the pain. Finally, I felt like I was in labor. We went on walking for an hour before heading back to the room for a progress check. 5 measly fucking cm, and just barely. I was losing my mind at that point, certain that we were headed for a C-section for failure to progress. And then the new nurse stepped in and made a suggestion - she asked my OB if he could tell where the baby was positioned. He said that he couldn't, but that she hadn't descended very far yet, which was part of the reason I was going nowhere fast. It was 9:00, and she immediately had me lay on my belly in the hospital bed to try to get the baby to flip into position. Holy shit, was that ever effective. The very next contraction hit me like a ton of bricks. At this point it wasn't a matter of needing to breathe through the contractions, it was a matter of not screaming out in agony every time a new one started, which was still about every two minutes. I texted my birth assistant and told her that she should probably make her way down to the hospital. That was when time started to get away from me - the next three hours were the most painful hours that I can remember ever experiencing. </div>
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When she got there, I was lying in the hospital bed on my side, death grip on the bedrails, wailing like a banshee. She conferenced with the nurse (and I think the husband) and they all helped to pry me off of the bed into a standing position so that we could let gravity help things along. There was also talk about it being a more comfortable position to labor in - that was bullshit. It fucking hurt no matter where I was. That and I was afraid that I was going to poop on the floor - so certain it would happen that I was pre-emptively apologizing in between contractions. I actually ended up laboring on the toilet through a few contractions and found that it was a good place for me - the positioning made it a teeny bit more bearable. Of course, by "more bearable" I mean that I could go 30 seconds into the contraction before I started screaming and begging for drugs rather than only 10. When I started asking for drugs, they suggested that I try laboring in the shower. I stripped down into my sports bra and giant pad and hot mesh undies and walked into the spray. I wish that I could report feeling instant relief, but I'd be a lying liar who lies. The best I can say for the shower is that it took the edge off. A little. The biggest problem with the shower was that there was nothing to grab onto when the contractions hit, so I was literally clawing at the walls trying to make it through each one. And they were still right on top of each other. I made my way back to the bed for a vitals check and asked for an internal while I was over there - much disappointment when they told me I was only at 7cm. By that point I was absolutely exhausted and in so much pain that I couldn't think straight. The worst part was when I begged the nurse to turn off the pito.cin, just for a few minutes so that I could rest - she broke the news that the drugs had been off for a while, and now my body was actually in labor and doing what it was supposed to be doing. I can only remember little bits and pieces of what was going on during this time. The one conversation (if you can even call it that) that I do recall is the husband telling me that I didn't need the drugs - that I had run marathons and that I had run in Leadville and that if I could do that, I could do anything. I distinctly remember screaming back at him that <strong>"There are no medals in the pain Olympics!"</strong> I guess the Bump has rubbed off on me. There was no end in sight. Or so it seemed. A few big contractions later, my body suddenly developed a mind of its own and I could feel myself involuntarily bearing down and pushing. I yelled for the nurse, who came running insisting that it was way too soon since I was only at 7 ten minutes earlier. It was a surprise to all of us when she declared me fully dilated, and then ran out to call my OB. They didn't think he'd make it in time, so they also had the hospital OB paged to the room. They put me in the bed on my hands and knees and I started the next phase of labor, getting the baby out.</div>
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For as long as the day was, this part was super fast. Again, I only remember little bits and pieces, plus things that have been relayed to me after the fact. Early on, things were going smoothly. I was making good progress and using my breathing techniques and vocalizations (I can't even type that without feeling like a tool, but it actually worked) to focus on the muscles I was using. The nurse, birth assistant, and husband were really great at helping me to refocus when the pain got too intense and I started screeching and resisting, rather than being productive. They kept telling me that I was "almost there" and (from what I've been told) I kept accusing them of lying to me and tricking me and just being big meanies, overall <em>(apparently this is also when I went on a rant about scientology and their silent birth technique and how it's got to be total bullshit because no one could possibly be silent through that kind of agony). </em>Perhaps most embarrassingly, at one point when they said (in encouragement) "I can see the head!" I told them to "just pull it the hell out already!" I was a real treat to be around, it's probably for the best that I don't remember this very clearly. I pushed and pushed and busted a blood vessel in my eye and just kept waiting for that "ring of fire" that I knew was coming, except that it never did. And then all of a sudden there was a big commotion and everyone was rushing around and telling me that I needed to stop screaming and focus and there were hands on my flipping me over onto my back and someone else jumping and pushing on my stomach and I didn't know what was going on except that I heard the nurse call for a special care team to come to the room and then I got scared and panicked and had to be redirected to breathe and concentrate and be productive. The nurse very calmly but clearly told me that I needed to get my shit together and focus, because I needed to get the baby out NOW. And then I knew that something wasn't going right, and I pushed with all of my might and ohmyfuckinggod it hurt but she finally popped out - but she was purple and not making any noise and then I totally lost my shit and started crying and yelling for someone to tell me that she was ok and asking why she was purple and why she wasn't crying. They held her up to show me while they were cutting the cord and then whisked her away to the incubator. The 30 seconds before I actually heard her cry felt like an eternity, especially because no one was telling me what was going on. And then she did, and it was the most wonderful sound ever. And I heard them calling out the apgars and she passed with flying colors. And then they called out the birth weight - 8 pounds 8 ounces. And my exact words were "Are you fucking kidding me?!" A full pound and some change bigger than Charlie was. Figures this would be the time I'd decide to go med-free. But I didn't tear! It's a minor miracle.</div>
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After the drama was over I got the full story - shoulder dystocia. Her shoulders were too wide and were getting stuck on my pubic bone. The flipping over and jumping/pushing on my stomach was the attempt to get her shoulders free and to slide under the bone. I was eventually told that there's a four minute window that they have to get the babies unstuck and delivered before they go long enough without oxygen that brain damage becomes an issue - she was stuck for two minutes. It was a horrible birth experience, and it could have ended very badly. Thankfully, I have a happy and healthy 4 week old. No nerve damage, which is another concern with shoulder dystocia. And ever so cute. I'm so glad that I had such a great support team. The next morning, my OB came to check up on me and said that if I had given in and gotten the epidural the birth certainly would have ended with an emergency C-section, at best, because I wouldn't have been able to actively help get her out. I have to say, that if this had been my first birth experience I probably wouldn't have had another baby. We're done at two, anyway, but I have no desire to ever go through something like that again. It hurt. A lot.</div>
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2. Pain does funny things to people - one of the other conversations I don't remember was me continually referring to my hospital garb as my "fashion gown." Between that, the scientology, and the medal for the pain Olympics, my second nurse specifically came to tell my recovery nurse how much she enjoyed my sarcasm.</div>
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7. If you're going to use a birth assistant, make sure they're willing to stand up FOR you and stand up TO you. When I was begging for the drugs, both my assistant and my husband did a great job at reminding me why I was going without it to begin with (even though I kept pointing at the IV bags and telling them "THAT is the reason why I was doing it, so it doesn't fucking matter anymore." And yes, direct quote. When it was all said and done, husband told me that he knew I didn't "mean it" because I was asking for permission, not telling them that I wanted the drugs. He said that he knew me best, and that if I had really NEEDED them then I would have DEMANDED them. Not asked for permission. True story.<br />
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8. When I received my hospital bill I was shocked to see a line item for an epidural. I guess they just assume that everyone gets one, and when I called to argue the bill they insisted that I must be mistaken and just not understood that I had an epi. So look carefully!</div>
Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-17427738366826713792013-06-04T07:15:00.000-04:002013-06-04T07:15:29.881-04:00Baby E is Here!Sorry to keep you all in suspense, but Baby E arrived safely last Tuesday at 11:58PM. All 8.5 pounds of her. Holy huge baby! My Blogger app picked a heck of a time to stop working, and my days have been full of feeding. There is, of course, a very long story associated with the whole event. That will come later.<br />
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Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-55926476325077083952013-05-28T04:28:00.001-04:002013-05-28T04:28:35.784-04:00Final Countdown<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9jK-NcRmVcw" width="420"></iframe>
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I can't get this song out of my head, partly because sister and I have been watching the new episodes of Arrested Development (plus some old classics to set the mood) and partly because I'm still pregnant, but not for very much longer. I'm going in at 8:00 for an induction. It's something that I never wanted to do, given the possible negative side effects, but the OCD part of my brain can't handle the what-ifs of going much past 41 weeks. Which I am, today.<br />
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I should be sleeping, but I've been up since 1:30 with timeable-but-not-painful-enough contractions. I'm trying to get them to turn into something more substantial by not going to sleep, but I have a feeling I'm going to regret this decision. Not like I was sleeping well before they started, anyway - how could I? It's like Christmas eve and the night before the first day of school multiplied by a million. Squared.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-53624023427827328412013-05-26T05:58:00.001-04:002013-05-26T05:58:06.302-04:00Yup<div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNY1hLuVPrnceLMTo3t_gv1D-7EcKV87OfsXCkUr4GIXRrFLlhqDZU18bnNqLglISeyzp-QOh1sYdTfKwMCTsV9KIJMKBvD0AiWW99SgfKQBc3d11Tx-mGYyhXzojqNNqK9XQZP4YRxX/s1600/3ukf2u.jpg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFNY1hLuVPrnceLMTo3t_gv1D-7EcKV87OfsXCkUr4GIXRrFLlhqDZU18bnNqLglISeyzp-QOh1sYdTfKwMCTsV9KIJMKBvD0AiWW99SgfKQBc3d11Tx-mGYyhXzojqNNqK9XQZP4YRxX/s320/3ukf2u.jpg' /> </a> </div>Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-17689746771377527402013-05-24T06:03:00.001-04:002013-05-24T06:03:05.074-04:00A Song<p dir=ltr>Happy Friday to me,<br>
Happy Friday to me!<br>
I'm still fucking pregnant,<br>
So stop calling me!</p>
<p dir=ltr>(inspired by a fellow past-edd mom)</p>
<p dir=ltr>I would love to post this on the facebooks, but i know everyone is well meaning. I have one big conference call this morning and then I'm taking myself off work. I can't take advantage of sleeping late, because i keep waking up at 5 incredibly disappointed that I'm not in labor. I'm annoyed with myself, because I've been telling myself the whole time that i should count on a week late. Of course, now that the 21st has come and gone my brain is like "fuck that shit!" and i want to be done NOW. I was offered an induction for today, and while I'd like to avoid that if at all possible, I'm kicking myself right now as I sit in the basement because i have nothing better to do than work and keep up with my exercise routine. If i make it to another round of upper body work on Sunday I'm going to be very sad.</p>
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How far along: 40 weeks. Ding! Fries are done.<br />
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Total weight gain: 30<br />
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Sleep: I'm anxious and impatient and not sleeping well. Plus it's been so fucking hot here that it's impossible to sleep, and I just convinced the husband that we needed the A/C two nights ago. Last night was horrible, I just couldn't get comfortable.<br />
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Exercise: Still going, better this week than last week, actually. Had my membranes stripped at the OB this afternoon and then hopped on the treadmill when I got home.<br />
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Movement: Slower but more painful.<br />
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Food cravings: Trying to enjoy ice cream while I have a good excuse.<br />
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Happy or moody most of the time: My exact words this morning - "(bad night, bad night, blah blah blah...) now I'm cranky and I have to present at a data workshop today. Flying Spaghetti Monster help whoever so much as looks at me funny today."<br />
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Looking forward to: My sister will be here on Saturday! I hope the baby shows up before she does. Either way, her official eviction date has been set for next Tuesday. I'm only 2cm. Let's get this show on the road!Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-1864766920342792522013-05-20T06:30:00.000-04:002013-05-20T10:17:22.029-04:00A StoryTwas the eve of my due date, and all through my ute<br />
The baby was stirring, and it was no longer cute<br />
What started out as sweet flutters and jabs<br />
Had turned into barrel rolls and my ribs getting stabbed.<br />
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The husband is nestled all snug in our bed<br />
While I toss and turn, no comfy place for my head.<br />
The cat's in the hallway, yowling to come in,<br />
The kid in the morning will ask "where's my sister?!" again.<br />
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When all of a sudden, as things looked so bleak,<br />
I sprang from the bed when I felt a small leak.<br />
To the bathroom I flew, this could be it!<br />
But no, I just peed on myself. Again. This is shit.<br />
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The moonlight shone down on my belly so large,<br />
While baby danced in delight - "ha! you thought YOU were in charge!"<br />
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,<br />
But a glistening new stretch mark tracing over my rear.<br />
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Now come on! You're kidding me! I've come so far!<br />
With one day left to go and my bag packed in the car?!<br />
I couldn't be spared from this one pregnancy ail?<br />
The lotioning and oiling was one giant fail.<br />
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Spicy food, pineapple, running don't work,<br />
Neither does sex - that Old Wife is a jerk.<br />
I've tried all the tricks, without any success,<br />
I should just face the facts - baby knows best.<br />
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And so here I sit, impatient and bitchy,<br />
The heartburn and joint pain are making me twitchy.<br />
The baby still growing, a pound a day, there's no doubt,<br />
For maximum impact when she makes her way out.<br />
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Discomfort is making me desperately plea<br />
To the creature still holed up and comfy in me:<br />
Come on, baby girl! This is total baloney!<br />
If you come out soon, I'll buy you a pony.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-66791929654728967622013-05-18T20:17:00.001-04:002013-05-18T20:17:03.478-04:00Happy Dinner to Me!<div class='separator' style='clear: both; text-align: center;'> <a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquKIWmiIQfgiI8oItXsNPKvG7WeCnDY7iP2in1Dju6q7SWWYX43LBsrlRIpEEtvWmcb9k8G-BYtbtbx6sGfHLgfnqDGFiKkssn07EgYFCEGRrF__kc8y7_H5o__foNPVIZ6U-nnFNAtM/s1600/IMG_20130518_201555_760.jpg' imageanchor='1' style='margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;'> <img border='0' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhquKIWmiIQfgiI8oItXsNPKvG7WeCnDY7iP2in1Dju6q7SWWYX43LBsrlRIpEEtvWmcb9k8G-BYtbtbx6sGfHLgfnqDGFiKkssn07EgYFCEGRrF__kc8y7_H5o__foNPVIZ6U-nnFNAtM/s320/IMG_20130518_201555_760.jpg' /> </a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-67678729703741175812013-05-17T22:06:00.001-04:002013-05-17T22:06:21.986-04:00Comic Relief<p dir=ltr>I'm still here. This makes me feel better. That and Biscoff Cookie Spread. And the fact that I'm not going back to my office next week.</p>
<p dir=ltr><a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1MyCCPJfPWo&feature=youtube_gdata_player">Watch "Mother Fucker Phone" on YouTube</a><br>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-19446667789877324172013-05-15T07:30:00.000-04:002013-05-15T14:57:18.869-04:00Hump Day Bump Day!You know what sucks? When you wake up in the middle of the night thinking that maybe your water broke, but no, you just peed yourself. Hooray!<br />
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Do you like my "I don't give a flying fuck" face? I'm wearing that specifically for today, because I have a four hour strategy meeting on the calendar. It's my own personal hell.<br />
Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-64024130902656638562013-05-14T06:00:00.000-04:002013-05-15T14:57:51.853-04:0039 Weeks - WatermelonWatermelon is one of the best fruits in existence. If you're looking for a nice summer drink, try <a href="http://www.compassrosemary.com/2012/09/01/watermelon-vodka-cooler/">this</a> (<a href="http://www.compassrosemary.com/2012/09/01/watermelon-vodka-cooler/">http://www.compassrosemary.com/2012/09/01/watermelon-vodka-cooler/</a> if the link doesn't show for you). We discovered it last summer, and I can't wait to have one in a few weeks.<br />
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How far along: 39 weeks.<br />
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Total weight gain: 30<br />
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Sleep: Somewhat better, though turning over is pretty much impossible. Plus there's the whole getting up to pee at 2:00 every morning, like clockwork. And the damn bird who wakes up shortly after. What happened to birds waking up with the sun?<br />
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Exercise: I'm slowing down, but still staying active. Haven't run much since the Pig, but that's because I can't drag my ass out of bed anymore. I did have to cut a workout short one morning last week, I just couldn't finish it. Oh well.<br />
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Movement: Starting to slow down, which freaks me out.<br />
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Food cravings: I discovered Biscoff Spread, and my life will never be the same.<br />
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Happy or moody most of the time: I am one cranky bitch.<br />
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Looking forward to: The end, though I'm glad that I won't be missing Charlie's pre-K graduation on Thursday. Other than that, I'm over it.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-7918915092718351552013-05-09T06:30:00.000-04:002013-05-09T08:55:30.041-04:00Snocaps, Snack bag of Doritos, and Tucks padsWhat is... Reasons CVS needs a you-scan station?<br />
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How far along: 38 weeks.<br />
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Total weight gain: Still 28 pounds. Maybe I'll stay that way?<br />
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Sleep: An hour at a time before I have to change positions.<br />
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Exercise: Morning workouts are disappearing quickly, thanks to the aforementioned sleep issues. I ended up doing the half Pig, but really wish I had done the full. More on that later!<br />
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Movement: It's been hard to get used to the new position. I feel things in completely different places and it's weird. The vertex position also makes it harder to walk (and run) because there's a lot more pressure on my bladder. Rather unpleasant.<br />
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Food cravings: I may have eaten half of a veggie pizza for dinner last night. Yes, half. Don't judge me.<br />
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Happy or moody most of the time: Easily irritated. Don't like talking to people.<br />
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Looking forward to: The end. I'm torn because I have a lot of things to do at work between now and the 17th. But all things considered, I'd be happy with her coming sooner rather than later.Jenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02738704968427929427noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8816095773055947006.post-72201720261376460352013-05-02T20:48:00.001-04:002013-05-02T20:48:23.986-04:00Locked and Loaded!So after a 90 minute wait at the OB's office this morning we got the best news possible when I hopped up on the table. At some point between 10:00 yesterday morning and 11:30 this morning, she flipped! Best. News. Ever. Really. And totally unexpected. I didn't feel a thing.<br />
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Whee! Flying Pig? Game on!<br />
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